A person's force value really has no absolute relationship with appearance, you can look like you don't have developed muscles, you can be a woman, but you can't deny the other party's ability to hurt people, or even kill people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

James's appearance was completely accidental, it is said that Rebecca temporarily lifted the threat of life, and was active in the eyes of the world as the instinct of a young and beautiful high school student, so she would not leave James an inch, she had her own things to do, and the other party could not be all in her life.

So she's going on a graduation trip.

So she wants to go with her classmates and girlfriends to a place that she has not been to before, or that she thinks is a good place to relax, and enjoy the joy of the journey.

Well, I have to admit that this decision really has nothing to do with James, before graduating, when she was still a normal high school student, Rebecca had already planned, when to go, what means of transportation to use, where to go, whether there was James was not in the plan, he belonged to her unexpected output, so he was abandoned......

France, Paris, is a romantic capital, Rebecca is going to challenge the exotic, but James can't return to the monotonous and boring life after she leaves, so take advantage of the night, he wanders around, originally his plan was to find a bar, have a few drinks, maybe flirt with strangers or something, but it is a coincidence, it is a coincidence, he went to the bar, with Sarah and Wandu present, it is the same bar, but they didn't find James, and James saw them, and wanted to come forward to say hello, But let him see such a scene, which can't be said that he deliberately wants to see it, but wants to know what Sarah wants to do and what role Wandu plays in the middle.

I don't need to explain to know, he also found Vivian, found that Vivian was being chased, and Sarah and Wandu, but they didn't want to be here to have fun, the people who came with them, at first glance, had status, a policeman (a civilian police officer in the archives, also a policeman), a thief, is this going to commit a crime together? James had to give up the opportunity to take a look and get to know him.

So tracking is the best choice, and it is precisely because of his tracking that he can see Sarah's explosive force value, as well as this exciting picture, underestimate her! This is what James really thinks when he sees Sarah's speed and skill.

"Quick! What are you still doing? Waiting to eat the bullets? Don't call anyone yet! Sarah said as if she had given orders to Wandu.

"Don't you have anything to say to me? You see I'm a police officer, don't you think that's inappropriate? James stared at Sarah intently, he wanted to receive all the messages from the other party's actions and actions, including words and tones, through his eyes at the moment.

"No comment!" Simple and clear, decisively rejecting James, Sarah is not at all like a woman at this time, at least not the strength of an ordinary woman, answering the other party's words.

"I'm a cop!" Take out his police badge and show it, at this time, maybe James wants the other party to know that this police badge is not fake, it is genuine, and it has the right to enforce the law.

"Again, there is no comment, and you are the only one in the world who is a policeman? Couldn't someone else be? Funny! Ha ha! Sarah first said seriously, and when she really laughed twice, it was very funny, women are fickle!

"You ......"

Before James finished speaking, a Cadillac made a creaking sound, the brakes were very good, not a little more, not less than an inch, I just heard it at the gate of the abandoned hotel, although I didn't know where the car was parked before, but the support was fast enough, if it wasn't for the person who came down Sarah knew, James would probably have to pull out the gun, this black suit and white shirt, at first glance it is not a master to mess with.

The two people who were caught by Sarah were taken away, Sarah and Wandu were also leaving, and James, who didn't ask anything, paid attention to the Cadillac, this license plate is not an ordinary license plate, like a license plate of a special government department, which unit is it, and further verification is needed, but pay attention, there will always be clues.

……

No. 81 along the street is a single building. The floors are old and grey, with high windows facing the Seine. Almost the entire ground floor and three-quarters of the mezzanine between the ground floor and the second floor are occupied by an antique dealer and a bookseller's shop. Further up, the second and third floors are spacious and bright suites. The family who owns this house is said to have lived in it for more than a century. He may have been a former landowner, or an earl, but in any case he was very wealthy, but after the failure of speculation, he became a little poor, and had to tighten his family expenses and cut down on his servants.

That's why the owner wanted to separate a set of four small houses from the mezzanine. There was a man who was interested in this room and rented the house by paying a fee to the owner's housekeeper. The new tenant, Mr. Falls, has been renting the house for more than a month, only coming in for an hour or two every afternoon, and rarely spending the night here.

At his feet is the porter, and above him is the house of the secretary of the landlord. His house was a dark vestibule and a living room. To the right is a bedroom and to the left is a bathroom.

That afternoon, the living room was empty. A few pieces of furniture, seemingly put together at random, are placed haphazardly. There is no furnishings, not the slightest comfort. It feels like a makeshift shelter, a temporary stop for passers-by.

From both windows, you can see the beautiful scenery not far away. Between the two windows, there is an armchair. The back of the chair was wide and high, lined with cushions, and it faced the doorway.

To the right, next to the armchair, is a small one-legged round table with a small box that looks like a wine box.

There is a table clock against the wall. The clock struck four o'clock, and the sound passed through the small hood. After two minutes, three evenly spaced rings on the ceiling, like three opening bells in a theater, rang three more in a while. Then, from somewhere on the other side of the wine box, suddenly there was a rapid ringing, like a telephone ringing, but the voice was low.

There was silence.

And then it all started all over again. From the ceiling, there were three heel rings, then three more. Then, the dull phone rang again. This time, though, the bell didn't stop, and it kept coming out of the wine box, as if it were a music box.

"Damn, it's noisy." A person in the living room was woken up and scolded in a hoarse voice.

Now, the armchair turned to the window. From the right side of the armchair, a hand slowly reached out to the small box on the one-legged round table, lifted the lid, and grabbed the telephone receiver inside.

The earpiece is moved to the left of the armchair. The gentleman, curled up in his chair so that no one else could see it, had a much clearer voice, and complained, "Yes, I am, Falls,...... Can't you just let me sleep for a while? What a stupid idea I have, get your office on the phone with mine! You're okay to talk to me, are you? Forget it, I'm going to sleep. ”

He hung up. But the heel stepped on again, and the phone rang again. He had no choice but to answer the phone. So Mr. Falls, on the mezzanine, and the owner's secretary began to talk in a low voice.

"Say it...... Say it...... Is the homeowner at home? ”

"In. Cook just left. ”

"Cook! Cook is here again today! Damn it! I hate this guy. Especially since he's clearly chasing the same purpose as us. He probably knows the purpose, but we don't. Did you hear anything outside the door? ”

"Didn't hear anything."

"You can't hear anything. So, why are you waking me up? Let me sleep,! I won't have a date until five o'clock to have tea with a beautiful woman. ”

He hung up again. But the call probably woke him up completely, and he lit a cigarette, but didn't leave his chair.

Blue smoke rings rose from the back of the chair. The clock pointed to 10 o'clock.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang from the antechamber. At the same time, between the two windows, under the protrusion of the ceiling, a board slipped away. Obviously, this mechanism is controlled by an electric bell.

A small mirror-like rectangle appears on the wall, like a movie screen, on which the beautiful face of a golden curly-haired girl is reflected.

Mr. Fowles jumped up and whispered, "Ah! What a beautiful girl! ”

He looked at her for a moment. No, he didn't know her...... Never met her.

He pressed a spring and put the plank back in place. Then he looked into another mirror and looked at his own face. In the mirror is a gentleman of thirty-five or sixteen years old, who looks spirited, physically fit, elegant, and impeccably dressed. Such a gentleman would be in an advantageous position to receive any beautiful girl to visit.

He ran to the antechamber.

A blonde girl with an envelope in her hand stood in the doorway waiting for him to open the door. The suitcase rested on the carpet in the stairwell next to it.

"Madame, what's the matter?"

"Yes, Miss." The man whispered.

Fowles asked again, "Miss, what's the matter with you?" ”

"Is the owner here?"

Mr. Falls knew she was on the wrong floor. But when he saw the young girl step through the door, and after taking two or three steps in the antechamber, he lifted his suitcase and said with certainty, "It is me, Mademoiselle." ”

She walked to the door of the living room and stood still, and whispered in some confusion, "Ah! …… I was told that the owner was ...... Old......"

"I'm his son." Mr. Falls affirmed, coldly.

"But he didn't have a son......"

"It can't be, right? In that case, even if I'm not his son. Besides, it doesn't matter. I have a good relationship with the owner, even though I don't know him yet. ”

He skillfully let her into the living room and closed the door.

She protested, "But, sir, I have to leave...... I got the floor wrong. ”

"Exactly...... Just rest...... The staircase is steep, like a cliff......"

His demeanor was so relaxed and so free and easy that she couldn't help but laugh, but still tried to get out.

But at this moment, the doorbell of the stairwell rang again, and the screen between the two windows reappeared, reflecting a gloomy face with a thick mustache.

"Shhhh The police! Mr. Fowles exclaimed, immediately turning off the screen, "What is this guy doing here?" ”

When the girl saw this face, she panicked and fidgeted.

"I beg you, sir, let me out."

"But this is the Inspector! A bad guy! …… A wicked man...... I recognize his face...... You can't let him see it, and you can't bump into him in the future......"

"Sir, he doesn't see me, I don't care at all...... I just want to get out. ”

"Miss, you can't go out anyway. I don't want you to be implicated......"

"I won't be implicated ......"

"Yes, yes...... Oh, please go into my bedroom and take shelter. Not going? …… So why? But you have to do it......"

He began to laugh, and a thought came to him, which he thought was amusing, and graciously extended his hand to the girl, and helped her to sit down in the large armchair.

"Miss, don't move. You sit here and no one can see it. After three minutes it will be fine. You don't want to go into my bedroom and hide in this big armchair, do you? ”

She involuntarily obeyed, for his innocent and cheerful spirit was mixed with a bit of decisiveness and imperiousness.

Mr. Fowles jumped up at once, as if to show his pleasure. It's so gratifying. He walked over and opened the door.